I’d rather not go,” she added. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. “You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He asked with a sardonic grin on his face. The place was pockmarked with window-like holes everywhere—people were always 138 falling into them and breaking bones--it was for these lookouts why she had chosen it.
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